Things I notice about my parents.

jillsy · #11 05-05-2006, 11:04 PM

Since this started as a memory about a parent conversation, I've got one.

Ma was reading the paper and Dad said, "I'm going out to work on the yard."
"Dont forget your work gloves," ma reminded him.
"REAL men dont wear gloves," my Dad said with a smirk.
"Tell that to your proctologist" ma replied.

Hi_Ho_Sliver · #12 05-05-2006, 11:21 PM

Just, whatever you do, don't get Kenny started! I mean do...not...get ....Kenny ...started! LoL

Kenny_S · #13 05-05-2006, 11:48 PM

Ok Dave, you asked for it,hehehehehehehehe

Another observation of my parents.

My father really seldom complained about Mom's cooking as she was a good cook but not as good as Dad's mother.
One morning Mom was cooking pancakes for the tribe and she was in a hurry and whatever she did to them, they were a ltllte on the tough side. Dad being himself said, "Anna, these flapjack are a little tough to chew". Mom being a gracious woman never said a word.
Hoever the next time she cooked Pancakes, Dad's were really tough. So tough he couldn't cut them even with a butter knife and to rub salt in to his wounds, she ask, "Honey are your flapjacks the way YOU like them. He did not say a word. Oh my brothers and mine were back to her usually light and fuffy flapjacks.
It seems she took some Glauze and cut them in to pieces about the size of a 5 inch circle and battered them up and cooked thim just for dear old DAD.

The truth and nothing but the truth!!!

Kenny_S · #14 05-05-2006, 11:50 PM

Ron, they ain't bad as long as someone else is eating them instead of me!!!!!!

jillsy · #15 05-06-2006, 09:17 AM

While at my brother's basketball game, my Dad was cheering and yelling so loud his false teeth flew out of his mouth and cleared half the court. They had to stop the game to let him go get them!

wade clark · #16 05-06-2006, 10:53 AM

Ha! Have you got a picture? No, nevermind!

Wade

AlArchie · #17 05-06-2006, 11:46 AM

This is not a humerous anecdote, but something that has stuck with me for these last 50+ years.

I was raised in a middle class working family, but we always seemed well off. Several times I asked my mom if we were rich, and she always told me that we were not financially rich. When I was ten, my dad died and we really fell on hard times. After a year or so I asked Mom if we were poor now. I'll never forget the stern look she got on her face when she replied "Poor is a State of Mind!"
It was pretty well understood that that question was NOT to be asked again, and since then, good times or bad, I've never allowed myself to assume a "poor state of mind"!

Al.

Kenny_S · #18 05-06-2006, 03:23 PM

ALA, I came from Oil patch trash, If you catch the drift. But then, we weren't poor by no means, nor rich. Poor ion money maybe but Dad and Mom Gave us what we needed and that was LOVE.

Hi_Ho_Sliver · #19 05-06-2006, 03:50 PM

Probably most of us came from working class families, fortunately my Dad pointed me towards God and Jesus, and if you have Jesus, you are rich beyond imagining! If anyone doesn't believe that, I am sorry and would hope you would consider the alternative!

Oh and by the way, I never went hungry!

Kenny_S · #20 05-08-2006, 10:00 PM

Dad went off to work one morning after Mon packed Dad's lunch for him. When he got home Mom Asked him how he like the canned peaches she put in his lunch? Dad loved peaches freah or in a can.
Dear old Dad gave her a look that could kill. He said you could have at least sent a can opener. It appeared Mom sent him a can of peaches without and opener AND something to eat them with. Well, Dad went out in to his shop and I heard him with the wetstone. Seems he did get the can open and he ate the peaches with his knife. But sadly it was his best knife, but he got an edge on it. Not much more was said.